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Right Back Where I Started [Active/Open]
Character(s): Rosette, anyone who wants to run into her
Content: After acanon update good long time back in her own world, Rosette inadvertantly returns to Paixao. She's none to thrilled about it either.
Setting: Niflheim gate
Time: Late morning
Warnings: Angry nun?
Rosette's first thought was a simple one: Chrno never told me they had grass in Eden.
It took her the space of that thought to realize Chrno was no longer with her, that she had somehow arrived here alone, and that "here" was looking awfully familiar. Too familiar, in fact: the line of blond people, the massive domes-
Oh no. Oh hell.
It had been weeks since she'd reappeared back at the Order. So much had happened in that time, and she was this close to her goal - to stopping Aion - to getting Joshua back-
Either she or the city had terrible timing. She chose to blame the city.
Looking behind her to see if there was a way back (there wasn't, she knew there wouldn't be, but she looked anyway because hope was tricky like that), she got in line and went through the routine of giving her name, receiving a journal, and entering the city. Just like last time, and just like last time, she knew she'd disappear when she was to go back home. Until then...well, she was here.
Damn it.
Content: After a
Setting: Niflheim gate
Time: Late morning
Warnings: Angry nun?
Rosette's first thought was a simple one: Chrno never told me they had grass in Eden.
It took her the space of that thought to realize Chrno was no longer with her, that she had somehow arrived here alone, and that "here" was looking awfully familiar. Too familiar, in fact: the line of blond people, the massive domes-
Oh no. Oh hell.
It had been weeks since she'd reappeared back at the Order. So much had happened in that time, and she was this close to her goal - to stopping Aion - to getting Joshua back-
Either she or the city had terrible timing. She chose to blame the city.
Looking behind her to see if there was a way back (there wasn't, she knew there wouldn't be, but she looked anyway because hope was tricky like that), she got in line and went through the routine of giving her name, receiving a journal, and entering the city. Just like last time, and just like last time, she knew she'd disappear when she was to go back home. Until then...well, she was here.
Damn it.
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Tanaka spent some amount of time near the gates, with the very idea that there would be people pulled in with a need for information. But, as of yet, the cheerleader hadn't really met anyone besides the thralls of blonde inhabitants.
But it was this visit around that his eye was caught; another blonde arrival, sure, but clearly not one of the flat spirits of the average person in this city. She was riled with an acute frustration. No doubt there.
The surprise of finally having met someone only flickered over his face an instant, before resolving into his set determination, and he made his way to her with quick, confident strides. "Sister," Tanaka called as he drew nearer. "I'm afraid you've been pulled into an awkward situation."
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That was when she caught sight of the black-clothed man heading towards her. Oh. That guy. He didn't stick out or anything. Way to be distracted, Rosette.
"You're telling me," she replied flatly. "I never thought I'd see this little corner of hell again." Overall - mostly because of the Organization - she couldn't say she'd enjoyed her previous time in the city. She sighed, shoving her hands into the pockets of her bomber jacket, nevermind that it wasn't really cold outside. "Have I missed anything these past couple of weeks?" She had no idea if this guy had been here that long, or if time in Paixao passed the same as it did back home, but it was still worth asking.
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What an irksome place.
Tanaka halted as he neared her. "The... oh. In the last few weeks, let's see..." He frowned, and thought it over. "Well, were you here when the darkness came? A spell of sorts, rather like a dark fog, made getting around bothersome. Flood of the little dark ones, the Heartless... but a phoenix chased it off. I think it was a phoenix, at least. A very bright bird."
The cheerleader frowned at his own explanation. It left a lot to be desired. He hadn't really been prepared to provide that sort of information.
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As far as explanations went, it wasn't exactly the greatest either. But then again Squall wasn't great at explanations when he'd been in the conversation since the beginning. But with what had already been mentioned perhaps it would be enough to start piecing things together.
Maybe. If you were lucky.
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"Are those black-cloaked bastards still causing trouble?" was her next question. She meant the Organization, of course, and she had good reason to be concerned about them. Of course, the split second the words were out of her mouth, she realized one of the guys she was talking with was wearing a long black coat. Oops.
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"They are," Tanaka replied, oblivious to the relevance of his uniform. He did not connect himself to the foul team in the slightest. "There have been a number of efforts to slow them down, such as the destruction of their base, but they persist regardless. Abusing members of the city seems a favorite pastime." Now that he thought of it, he'd never actually met one of them, had he? Only heard the stories, seen results... though those were enough.
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"Mmm, yeah," Squall agreed with a slight nod. "But I haven't heard as much about them lately."
It was a little concerning, but nothing he wanted to bother the others with. Not when he wasn't sure if it was worth the trouble.